Recently I was working with someone over a three day period and at the end of that time I decided to give them a bit of the water I brought home from the Ganges River in India when I was there many years ago. I believe in about 2006 or so. They shared that I had give it to them on Facebook and I realized I have never really talked about my trip to India with one of my teachers.
We landed one day in New Delhi, India. We visited a site or two in New Delhi, the one I remember is was an old Mosque with beautiful pillars (I took photos of these). We meditated there for a bit. It was nice and relaxing. I noticed right away a social difference. We had a tour guide (wonder man who has passed away since) and he was talking to us as we sat on the group and listened to him, and several men stood behind him and just observed us. It was different than how we would observe a group.
Another difference and interesting behavior was whenever our buses stopped somewhere to eat, or use the bathroom men would gather around our group and do not hesitate to approach individuals and start a conversation if they speak English. It is so different than what I would do if I ran across a group of people who are obviously from another place. I remember being in one small town and met a man who had a degree in English Literature. A very friendly man and was had a nice conversation.
There was also the poverty. In New Delhi there was a road that was about four lanes in one direction and had a space of dirt on each side of the road and then a short metal fence. Families had long homemade tents set up there and were living along this busy road. These were not good conditions for people to live in, and everyone I talked to seemed to be at peace on a level most people I meet in other places have not achieved. My impression was that India is the heart of the world.
The entire trip was amazing and the song Thank You India always reminds me of this trip. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOgpT5rEKIU
We journeyed through the country usually close to the Ganges River. I will not remember this in order at all. We visited a temple of the Bahia faith and talked to people from the temple, the grounds were beautiful and the people were friendly. It was interesting. Peaceful.
We went to Agra and saw the Taj Mahal and the Red Fort there that has a view of the Taj Mahal. We spent the day at the Taj Mahal just being on the grounds. The grounds are huge and the buildings are beautiful, many, many people and again a peaceful place. One of the most amazing places I have been in my life.
We went to Krishna’s birthplace and meditated outside the prison cell he was supposed to be born in. One of the people with us has always been a lover of Krishna and she wept with love to be there. Some women took her aside as we left the room, and talked to her, they saw her devotion.
In the town of Krishna’s birthplace, small town, was a huge above ground cistern where water collected and the town’s water source. Amazing and I would not have taking a drink from it.
We went to Varanasi an ancient city on the shore of the Ganges. It has ancient buildings along the waterfront where the city meets the shore. I had profound experiences while on the Ganges at dawn as the sun came up and shone on those buildings. We went to an ancient ceremony on the river the night before that has been performed there every night for at least 2000 years, and I believe more like 5,000.
We then went to Nalanda an ancient Buddhist university. Again I had a profound experience in a small room with a teacher’s platform. This place was transformational for me.
We travelled to the Kumbamayla (sp), a spiritual gathering along the Ganges river where the Sahdu’s come out of the mountains to dunk themselves in the Ganges and gather together. There were thousands of people there it was amazing, and again people would talk to us and we walked through the crowd. We were an oddity in this place and this huge crowd of Hindu adherents. I remember a conversation with a man who asked me, “Why are you here?” I responded, “Looking for truth.” He said, “Truth is everywhere.” I said, “But I am here.” We bowed to each other and separated in the crowd. We spent a full day at that place.
We went to Bodhgaya, where the Bodhi Tree is that Buddha was enlightened under. This is not the original tree from 2500 years ago, but the story is a cutting was taken from it a long time ago and planted in Sri Lanka, and when the original tree died a cutting from that tree was taken and planted at the original site. And that tree was huge and very old when I sat under it and meditated. It is a beautiful tree that is behind a small temple/shrine honoring the buddha. Nearby is a pond with lotus lilies. There is a market outside of the temple area and I talked to a young man there who was of the lowest caste in India. He was happy, loving and peaceful. I bought a painting of a mandala there that is hanging in my house now.
While in the area of Bodhgaya we also went to different caves where the Buddha was said to have meditated. We had the opportunity to sit in some of these caves. I imagine many meditators have meditated there. I felt huge energy in those caves.
We went to the foothills of the Himalayan Mountains to a town called Rishikesh near the head waters of the Ganges. This small village has also been the site of a daily Hindu ritual for thousands of years and we observed such a rituals.
There were likely many other moments that touched my heart and more while wandering through the Indian country side. I was grounded and peaceful even in the crowded streets of Varanasi. The beauty there was not always aesthetic to my western eyes, but it was always present.
Thank you India…